Monday, March 16, 2009

A Loose, Inaccurate History of Ireland

Today is St. Patrick's Day, the national holiday of Ireland. I could go on and on about how amazing Ireland is and how much the Irish rock,but.... actually, that's exactly what I'll do.


There is a story about how Ireland came to be. When God created the heavens and the earth, he originally made Ireland to be the home for Adam, the first man. However, upon seeing the beauty and glory of the Emerald Isle, he decided that it shouldn't be sullied by the likes of Adam, and threw him into some shoddy garden instead.
For years, Ireland remained untouched by the human race, its beautiful hills and crystal lakes free from the destructive habits of man. Then one day, a young St. Patrick discovered an amazing brew. By fermenting barley in a cask, he invented whiskey, also known as the nectar for the gods. God took favor upon St. Patrick and made him the bishop of Ireland, and gave him a feisty, hot-blooded people to tame and teach the ways of Catholicism.
For hundred of years, the Irish flourished in Ireland. They singlehandedly saved civilization, they invented the Irish jig, and they perfected the art of alcoholism. The Irish learned to live with the land instead of abuse it, and in doing so became as much a part of the land as the Blarney Stone or Guinness Beer. The Irish populated the Emerald Isle with their red-headed children and lived life like it was a giant party, which made all their neighbors jealous. So the bastard English showed up with their crappy teeth and their crappy king and tried to ruin it all. So they did what any good Irishmen would do, made some Irish car bombs, got drunk, and drove them to the crappiest part of Northern Ireland (which happens to be the Protestant part).
After the Irish kicked the English out of Ireland, they decided to spread the wealth of their Gaelic heritage to the rest of the world. They moved to the Americas, the Australias, and the other less awesome parts of the world. And they flourished there too. They perfected the art of the Irish pub, came up with a practical use for the patty wagon, and provided the labor for almost every major construction project for over a hundred years. So what do the Irish do today? Well, they're rulers of the free world, created some of the most prolific songs of our time, and create the most kickass cereal ever imagined.
But the best part about the Irish, better than the history or the red hair or the ridiculous tolerance of alcohol, is that they know what matters in life. They know that God and family are more important then anything else. And the Irish know how to celebrate life and live it to its fullest. That's what St. Patrick's Day is all about: celebrating God, family and life in general. So today, pretend like your Irish. Live life, drink a beer, and kiss someone who's Irish. And if you're interested in doing all three, give me a call. I'll be free after eight.

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